Chapter 19: Carlos
I watch as Andy hurries out the door. Even in this briefest of glimpses, I can sense there’s something lost about him. I know he’s upset. What I don’t know is why. I’d like to say I’m not so self-centered as to think it might be about me, but I’d be lying if I didn’t wonder. His demeanor changed so completely when Fremont came up to us and put his arm around me. I’ve seen jealousy before, and that green-eyed monster definitely raised its head.
But still, common sense tells me the notion is absurd. Here’s a man I met on the train years and years ago, had a brief dalliance with, and ran into again. Why on earth would he be jealous?
No, if Andy was upset at all, maybe it was because of his son—or something in his life that I would logically have no idea whatsoever about.
